Last weekend, I asked myself how many layers of cheese fit on pumpernickel? Undoubtedly, I was shocked by the results, but before calculation, my bird friend Estabanurford stole my edible experiment. I cried for 26 milliseconds, but forgot why,so I attempted to guess how many board games needed to be stacked to reach the Moon. My calculations were once again tainted by strange circumstances. In the end, life is just another quest in the RPG of destiny. And I'm rolling the D120.